I woke with a START this morning.
I heard knocking, and woke with a *gasp*!
"Jarrod, get up! The seminary kids are knocking at our door!
Jarrod hops out of bed,
trips on bedcovers,
fumbles for his glasses,
steps on the dog,
runs down the stairs,
and no one is there.
Then I realize what made the knocking sound.
I'm convulsing with laughter in the bed.
I'm hiding under the covers as I was not the one who left its warmth.
It was the dog, scratching an ear,
which made the metal ring on his collar hit the wall.
It was a good morning to serve fried dough.
Sweetened up the early morning rousing!